Album Review: Emily Scott Robinson–Traveling Mercies

Rating: 8/10

If you are looking for a new traditionally minded artist who still sounds fresh in 2019, look no further than Emily Scott Robinson. If you are seeking the raw emotion and honest songwriting unique to country music and to true artistry, you’ll find it in Emily Scott Robinson. To women specifically, if you are searching for empowerment and inspiration, for stories that resonate, for songs that heal and comfort, search no further than Emily Scott Robinson. Turn away from the generic, empty messages offered by so many mainstream artists, and find hope and strength in the songs of Emily Scott Robinson.

This album’s greatest strength is Robinson’s intangible ability to relate, to reach inside her soul and share a part of herself with all of us in the hopes that we may find comfort and common ground. “The dress” has been the most publicized example of this, a heartbreaking account of Emily’s struggle to move on after being raped. The simple questions in the chorus like, “Was it the dress I wore? Was it the wine he poured?” reflect all too well the questions which victims often ask themselves as they fight to come to terms with the terrible reality.

But “The dress” is only one instance of many on this record where Emily Scott Robinson manages to capture heartbreak and despair so poetically. “Run” feels like the fictional companion to the autobiography of “The Dress,” with a narrator that endured eleven years in an abusive marriage before finally fleeing in the dead of night, fearing for her life. “Ghost in every Town” rings with the kind of honesty that is almost painful to listen to, as Robinson paints a bleak picture of the forgotten people in every town and the hopeless lives they wander through each day. The characters in “Delta Line” each endure their own personal struggle as well, highlighting that every one of us is going through some private hell of our own, each one unique but no one less difficult than another. “Pie Song” seems to be lighthearted and fun at first, with simple lyrics about baking a birthday pie for a lover, but it’s deeper than that; the pie is only an illustration, meant to explain that even the most thoughtful of gestures don’t matter in a loveless relationship. You cannot earn the affection of another, and we all deserve someone who loves us back and gives as much as we give to them.

The bleak, somber nature of the album is also present in the production. Many of these tracks highlight only Emily’s vocals and acoustic guitar, keeping the arrangements sparse and showcasing the lyrics. There’s some fiddle sprinkled into “Delta Line” to add some color, and some lovely steel guitar accentuating “Pie Song.” Emily Scott Robinson’s voice is soft and soothing, and the production, through most of this, is tasteful and appropriate, not drowning her out or getting in the way.

And like all good dark albums, there’s hope and joy mixed in here as well, bright spots to provide levity and keep things from running together. “Better With Time” may be one of the best selections here, beautiful in its simplicity and sincerity. This is also autobiographical to Emily, but this is a story of love and friendship, the things that make this whole difficult life worth living. “Overalls,” though it’s told from the perspective of a man on his deathbed, is one of the most joyful songs of the bunch, as he advises his family not to dress in black and to remember him with fond smiles rather than tears. And where “Borrowed Rooms and Old wood Floors” tells the darker side of life on the road, not knowing where home really is anymore and sleeping in old friends’ houses, with nothing to talk about these days except memories long past, “White Hot Country Mess” provides the lighthearted side to it all and pokes fun at the “Americana dream” of living on caffeine and dry shampoo. Through it all, there’s balance; life can be cruel and unforgiving, but it can also bring us the simplest joys and comforts.

This album is an excellent showcase of human emotion, highlighting the pain and hardship we all experience while still somehow managing to carry hope and peace. It’s comforting and cathartic, and the lighter production, as well as Robinson’s gentle delivery, adds to the mood of the record. These stories are honest, sometimes to the point of brutality, but there is a power in songs like these to heal which is far greater than that of happy, feel-good anthems that carry a shallow message and ignore the world’s pain. This is the kind of comfort that only comes from empathy and understanding. IN short, it is the heart and soul of country music.

Beautiful, powerful, incredible album. Emily Scott Robinson is a name you need to know.

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2019 Country Music Hall of fame Collaboration

It is always an honor to team up with fellow country writers and reviewers and share unique perspectives. Recently, Julian Spivey of The word asked several of us to submit our picks for the 2019 Country Music Hall of Fame class, and I was glad to participate. You can read that piece here, and definitely check out all of these writers’ own outlets.

Fantasy Country Music Hall of Fame Picks: Four Country Bloggers Reveal Their Ballots

Album Review: Maren Morris–Girl

Rating: 2/10

This is not going to be a traditionalist bashing of the new Maren Morris album on the grounds that it isn’t country in the slightest. Every artist should have the right to his or her own self-expression and should make the music they want to make. I am not going to criticize Maren Morris for making a pop/R&B album, or even for marketing that album to country; you can read enough about my opinions regarding that on Twitter, and it’s really a separate issue. Regardless of your position, we are music fans first, and although I will not pretend that I believe this music is right for the country genre, and I firmly believe it is less deserving of the precious few slots that this broken system will allow women than many other more country-sounding women, traditional and modern alike, I will not bash a record simply because it isn’t my taste. Kelsea Ballerini’s latest album was, somehow, less country than this one, but i reviewed it as music first because it’s a pretty good pop record. Questions of genre distinction are important, but there are larger points being ignored here by both sides.

Simply put, this is not a very good album no matter what genre you label it. It’s not only that it doesn’t belong in country; in fact, that’s almost beside the point compared to all the other problems with GIRL. It’s mediocre and derivative lyrically and littered with bad production decisions. It’s also proof that bad music in the country format doesn’t just arrive via bro country or Sam Hunt’s style of spoken word, a case that uniqueness isn’t necessarily synonymous with quality.

The brightest spot on this record is the vocal ability of Maren Morris. Her phrasing and styling are certainly not country, but again, that’s a secondary concern. She’s a fine singer in a technical sense, and she has a pretty unique voice. She sings the more upbeat material with energy and personality, and you get the feeling that this is indeed mostly the record Maren wanted to make.

It falls terribly short, however, in the songwriting department. Some of these tracks do have great messages, but the actual execution is often empty and derivative, devoid of anything truly meaningful to say. Take the title track, for example, which offers a good message about not comparing women to one another and advises women to think positively and keep their heads high when life is hard. Certainly a worthy subject, but the writing itself is just so empty and generic. As a woman listening to this, I don’t feel inspired or empowered, not the way I do when Emily Scott Robinson sings of struggle and abuse, or when Angaleena Presley sings about the institutional sexism in the country industry and the way some women feel trapped in harmful marriages by archaic ideas. “GIRL” is just an empty, feel-good mantra that, even if it wasn’t intended to, comes across as pandering to the media and calculated and formulaic lyrically.

“Common,” a duet with Brandi Carlile about loving one another despite our differences, suffers from the same fate. Carlile sings the hell out of this, and I look forward to seeing what these two and Amanda Shires will deliver with The Highwomen, but this song feels shallow and underdeveloped, like it could have been so much more. Once again, it’s a good message that fails to really say anything in its execution, much like Carrie Underwood’s recent single, “Love Wins.” There’s nothing really wrong with either of these tracks, but both try so hard to appeal to everyone and bring a universal message that they ultimately don’t say anything important or lasting.

We also have several sex songs on this record, and sex songs are not inherently bad, but the God-awful production of “Make out With Me” makes this song absolutely intolerable. To add to that, it is literally written as a drunken voice mail, and I question whether or not a man could record this in today’s country format and not be called misogynistic, fairly or otherwise. “RSVP” is also just insufferable, especially with the word “gots” replacing “got” in the chorus to add R&B phrasing and further drive home the point that this is miles from anything you could reasonably call country. Once again,, a secondary concern, but it only adds insult to injury as you struggle through this album.

There are some better moments in terms of the writing, though. “Great Ones” is an interesting love song melodically and lyrically, although it is cluttered by the overproduction that unfortunately plagues this entire record. “A Song For everything” actually scales back the production enough to allow a relatable sentiment to connect with the listener, and here, Morris sounds invested emotionally and really sells the song. The idea that music can get us through anything is one that most of us can relate to, and it’s here in this more subtle moment on the record where Maren Morris makes a connection far stronger than with the empty platitudes of “GIRL” and “Common.” “The bones” is another of the stronger tracks, again helped by the emotional performance of Maren Morris and less clutter in terms of production.

That messy production renders a lot of the more mediocre tracks difficult to listen to. “All My Favorite People,” for example, a lively party song with Brothers Osborne that would be a lightweight, fun track on a better album, is just a disappointment here. There are some clever lines, but no one involved in this project could seem to resist producing the hell out of everything. It’s not random, cacophonous production reminiscent of Keith Urban’s latest atrocity of a record, but it adds unnecessary layers to everything until all the heartfelt sentiments that Maren Morris wanted to convey are lost. “To Hell & Back” and “Gold Love” are prime examples, two songs that might have been standouts if Morris didn’t sound lifeless singing them. As mentioned, she’s a great technical singer, but her heart doesn’t shine through on so much of this. It would be nice to see her personality as much on something more vulnerable like “Gold Love” as much as we see it on an energetic song like “Flavor.”

This is not about genre. As an artist, Maren Morris should have the creative freedom to make the record of her choice, and it’s great that she has. But the record she wanted to make just isn’t very good. It’s underwhelming lyrically, and much of its themes are too generalized and shallow to really make an impact. The production is cluttered at best and counterproductive to some of the songs at worst. Marketing this album to country is just the icing on the cake, and while we shouldn’t gloss over this fact either, the bigger issue is that this is just bad music in general. It’s not good pop music sorely mislabeled, it’s bad pop music with an unfortunate country label attached to it to rub salt in the wound. It’s not the genre-bending, inspiring blend of country pop it believes itself to be; it’s just another generic collection of songs that frankly, we wouldn’t even be discussing at all if they were being marketed to pop and it didn’t seem as if Maren Morris were courageously pushing some sort of arbitrary sonic boundary. Kacey Musgraves and Caitlyn Smith both made incredible albums in 2018 that pushed boundaries and fused the sounds of pop and country, but the difference is that these records were marked by unique, insightful songwriting and stirring vocal performances, helped rather than hampered by the production. GIRL boasts none of this; indeed, it offers nothing worth more than a passing glance, and in the vast music landscape of 2019, deserves to be forgotten.

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